Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[alas,]

Mmkay, thanks. <3

[Rainbow Dash]

Donations are up!

We're going to start really cracking down on "new species" because TaN is being totally taken over by them. We'll be looking for...

- Creative looks: Is it just a wolf mixed with random animals and a different name or a creature unlike anything we've ever seen?

- Distinct patterns and designs: Don't just throw on a bunch of swirls and call it a day. We will apply TaN design standards to new species too.

- Detailed threads: Where does it live? How does its society work? How does its biology work? Do they have thoughts, ideas, castes, religion even? Are they polygamous or monogamous? "They live in Africa and eat meat" won't cut it.

Keep in mind the above criteria isn't a one size fits all policy. You can have a totally boring "it's just a wolf with wings" design but have a mindblowingly detailed thread. One thing will balance out the other.

[c00kieguirl]

im going for 5

[Glowbee]

Going for 16
Already have a page and a half written XD

[loquacious]

How many people are going for 16 or 10? :3

[Fully Alive]

I'm going for 16^^

[Rainbow Dash]

Please move chatter that isn't applications to the fan club thread. :3

[Benedict]

Wasn't there an app. last round for 18?

[Rainbow Dash]

Wasn't there an app. last round for 18?

There was. We invoked our right to refuse adoption for any reason. We did have our reasons, we didn't reject it to be mean.

[Cirque]

The whole form is going to be from her point of view.
I would like to adopt!
Number: Two
Picture:
Name: Wolf
Species: Dragon
Personality: Well, some say I'm mischeiviously charming, I'm more than sarcastic, and that I'm the most competative creature to ever live. I suppose they're right, but I am also the fastest dragon out of village. They say I can be loving and caring, occasionally, but that I'm fierce, however, I am quite intelligent. I may not be strong, but my speed makes up for that, so does my size, seeing how I'm a bit taller then almost all my friends, and, also, some say I'm a bit emo.
Likes: I enjoy victory, speed, purple, black, night, fire, open air, the moon, rain, thunder, lightning, and the sea.
Dislikes: I despise defeat, pink, morning, the sun, desert, clouds, and trees.
Background:

There are many dimensions, worlds, and realms in this universe. I happened to be born in the dragon realm.

I'm Wolf, Wolf the dragon.
You're probably wondering about my name, Wolf. Well, my parents didn't name me until a week after I was born, before they officially named me, they called me Dragon, so I suppose Wolf isn't all that bad.
At first, they wanted to name me something feminine and girly, like Princess or Flower, like my mom, but then they actually got to know me.
Being born on a night with a full moon, I howled at the moon, yeah, dragons can howl. This frightened my parents, but I didn't see the big deal. All I was foing was howling for the fun of it. Then they saw the rest of my personality, and figured that the most fitting name for me would be Wolf.
I remmeber them always saying, "I'm surprised you weren't born with paws and a muzzle." due to my "freakish" similarities with a wolf, as they put it.
My mom wanted a girly-girl daughter, and she got the opposite. I would rather be unable to fly for a day than wear a pink flower behind my ear.
No, my mom is the type of dragon that prefers frolicking admist meadows, whereas, I am the type of dragon that spends her time soaring through the open air.
Now would be a good time to introduce my family and friends, I suppose.
Well, my mom is dark purple, she has a blue mane, grayish blue eyes, and her wings are gray, my father is black, like me, with a blood red mane, gray eyes, and tan wings, again, like me. So you can see that I took more after my father than my mom.
Then there's my friends.
Scar is my very best friend, well, he's basically my boyfriend, but my mom think I'm too young to have a boyfriend, so I refer to him as my very best friend around her. He's light blue, and he's flawless, his mane is black, his eyes are gray, and his wings are red.
Then there's Hawk, my other friend. She's sort of a tomboy, like me, and she was named after another creature as well. Hawk is tan, with gold eyes, a gray mane, and gold wings. She doesn't care about how she looks, in fact, she'd rather romp around a swamp and not take a bath then take a bath.
That's one of the differences between Hawk and me. Although I don't look girly, act girly, or even have a girly name, I care more about my looks than most things. I admit that I ususally check my reflection whenever I'm near water, even though Hawk always says I always look imaculate.
Another thing, we dragons go by human years, which means we typically live as long as humans.
I am fourteen, Scar is fifteen, and Hawk is fourteen, but she just turned fourteen a week ago.
Hawk was named due to her love of flying and her agility when she was in the air.
Now, as I said, I lived in the dragon realm, but the ocean was a whole other world of it's own. Being home to fish, whales, and flisk, our only predators, the ocean could be quite dangerous. This was a problem, seeing how dragons only ate two things. Fish and grass, as much as I hate to admit it. It sounds so debasing to say you're a grass-eating dragon, but, anyways, you're probably wondering what a flisk is.
Well, imagine a flounder, now, imagine said flounder as the size of a car, also give it the tail of a sting ray, and to top it all off, give it four rows a jagged, deadly, and poison-filled teeth. That is a flisk. Flisks normally attack when a dragon flies very close to the ocean surface, the flisk, jumps, yes, jumps, out of the water and eats the dragon, which can be difficult sometimes, seeing how some dragons can grow to be the size of a flisk. Luckily, flisks only attack over water, thank god, they don't have legs.
Now, from what you've read so far, you could probably infer that I am not the type of dragon that does not like to admit that her parents are right, or admit that she really needed them, but even I have a story about that.
This is one of those awful, dreadful times, when I needed my parents and admit they were right, and it comes with a lesson.
It was the dead of winter, and sheets of icy rain pierced the frostbitten wind like nails. There was no sun, no clear days, and no chances to go flying without dying. Finally, after about a month of the dreadful weather, there was a clear day. Although the sky was gray and gloomy, there was no rain. I was about to go out and fly into the crisp air when my parents stopped me. They said the weather wouldn't last long, and that I could get caught in a storm, but, of course, I disobeyed and went off soaring before they could stop me. The freedom was exilirating, it made my blood rush with excitement. My wings had been cramped up and unused for a month, and now I expanded them as far as possible.
I went on flying like this for an hour, and I was now above the ocean. Mist danced off the waves that crashed and the mist felt good, everything was perfect, that is, until I heard a sharp crack of thunder in the distance. That meant a storm was coming.
With panic, I tried to fly back within reach of the shore, but I was a good distance away from it, and it'd take at least forty-five minutes to reach it. I flew as fast and hard as I could. Another crack, this time, closer, and with it came a blinding flash. Panic and fear filled the place of my happiness, but with it, came guilt. My parents were right, no matter how much I hate to admit it. Rain started to float down upon me, it started weighing me down. Now, the rain came in sheets, and the weather was back to how it had been the past month.
The rain was starting to slow me down, and the wind made it harder to fly straight, since it was blowing right at me, but, worst of all, I started flying closer and closer to the ocean surface, due to weight on my wings from the rain, but it meant that I was becoming easy prey for a flisk.
Losing motivation, I began to give up, I thought I was going to die, and I was about to just dive into the ocean for a quick death when I saw the shoreline coming into view.
Now, in times like these, it's easy to hallucinate, and, at first, I thought the shore was an hallucination, but it gave me motivation to continue. Real or not.
Suddenly I started thinking about my friends, I thought about Scar, Hawk, and my parents, It gave me hope to think about them.
When I sure I'd give out no matter how much hope I had, I looked down.
I was above land!
Exhaustingly, I slowly flew towards the ground. I landed roughly, giving me a bruise on my tail, but I had made it.
After that, I'm not sure what happened, I blacked out underneath a tree.
Waking up to see my parents is the first thing I remember after the storm. Seeing their worried faces, I rmemeber looking to the right of me, where Scar and Hawk were.
Everyone's face brightened up instantly when they saw I was awake.
They asked what happened and I described what had happened, it was entertaining to watch their emotions as I detailed every bit of the story, and I even admit my parents were right, for once.
They said they found me under the tree, still passed out, and that if they wouldn't have found me as quickly as they did, I could've died from the cold.
With every great story comes a great lesson, the lesson for this story is that you'll need your parents sometime, and they'll be right about something sometime, no matter how much you hate it.
A picture you drew: